Tear off your breastplate and find something unexpected.

The suddenness of it catches you off guard. What?

Erin doesn't reply, her writhing body suddenly stiffening. Suddenly, she lets another scream loose. "WhaaaaAAAA-A-A-Aaaa!! H-help me-e-e!"

Now frantic, you rush to use your Shifting Plate ability to remove you helmet and to unclip your breastplate and tear it off, exposing Erin's bare torso, as well as the bases of her arms and thighs. To your relief, she appears unharmed, though you immediately spot the cause of her panic.

Slipping up Erin's right thigh and across her nether regions is a small slime. Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to be in the process of burning through Erin's skin.

You sigh. What the hell Erin? You scared me. I thought you were being attacked.

You can feel her defiant glare. "I AM being attacked! G-get that thing outta here! It slipped through your armor while you were fighting and started s-sliding around all over. It's probably gonna start melting me any s-second now!

Exasperated, you reach in and pull out the slime. It weakly struggles in your grip. The damn thing's to weak to even damage you. Seriously? Slimes are almost mindless, everyone knows that. It's not like it'd have some scheme to wait before attacking. If it wasn't hurting you, it wasn't going to in the future.

Actually, that does raise an interesting question; why wasn't it hurting Erin? Her defense was certainly low enough for it to bag the kill, at least in her confined state. Glancing at the creature quizzically, you notice something odd. Its vibrant green color has begun to fade, being replaced instead by a bright pink. As the transformation finishes, you wrack your mind for any knowledge on slimes that could explain the new hue and behavior.

Let's see... Slimes are naturally occurring monsters that can be found pretty much anywhere. They're kind of like slime-molds, in that they're actually a collection of single celled organisms which are all clumped up, and thusly can break apart and combine at will. You remember that there even were some back at the tutorial area. Though... Those ones were blue, weren't they? ...That's right! Slimes are known for their ability to adapt to any environment, changing their physiology depending one what they eat! These green ones were forest slimes, which turned green and gained access to photosynthesis by absorbing plants. But what did pink mean?

Your train of thought is interrupted by Erin. "Hey, um... I w-wanted to apologize. For earlier. I might've peed a little, w-when you slammed into the ground. I was j-just surprised, that's all! I-I'll just tell you, next time I have to g-go..."

Listen, next time just- Suddenly it dawns on you. The urine! You'd been able to feel it running down the inside of your leg and pooling in your boot before, but now you can't sense anything! You feel greatly excited. Peering down at Erin's torso, you inspect it closely. Sure enough, your suspicions are confirmed; you fail to find a single speck of the dirt or grease on Erin's skin, despite the originally filthy interior of your armor. Your supernatural senses also fail to pick up even a trace of the distinctive musk of sweat which should permeate her unwashed skin.

"H-hey? Mr. Armor?" Erin asks, concerned at your stunted reply. "What's wrong?"

Nothing's wrong Erin, you cheerily reply. I just figured out why the slime didn't hurt you! Go on, ask me why!

"...Why?" she asks, cautiously.

Its proximity to you changed its form! It is now a 'cleaner' slime! It cleaned up your little 'accident' for you, and even gave you a full body scrub! I guess you could say it's taken on a parasitic relationship to you... though I suppose it's more symbiotic than anything. Isn't that great?

"... I suppose? W-why haven't you killed it yet?"

Killed it?! You gasp, feigning shock. Erin, that's no way to talk about someone who's helped you out so much! If you could, you'd be grinning evilly. Don't you know what this means? With our little slimy friend around, we won't need to waste any time on bathroom-breaks, or showers!

"W-wait, what?! Y-you can't put that thing back in here with me!"

Ah-ah-ah, Erin! I can do whatever I want with my belongings. You stick your hand back inside your chest cavity, guiding the slime back onto Erin. She screams and thrashes as you do, almost knocking her glasses loose. It's all for naught, however, as her legs and arms are still securely fastened.

As the slime makes contact, it glides over her breasts, causing her to let out another shriek as her pert nipples to stiffen. "Damn you!! Damn you!!! Let me g-go, let me go! I hate you, I hate you!! Let me go!"

Shut up! You gruffly bark, enraged. How many times do I have to tell you?! This behavior WILL NOT go without PUNISHMENT! You BELONG to ME! If you won't accept it, I'll **** YOU to accept it!

With that, you don your helmet and slam your breastplate back on, reattaching it. You angrily rifle through your inventory, feeling Erin writhe and yell while you do so. Eventually, you find what you were looking for. You're not going to like this Erin, but you need to learn that your actions have consequences! And don't worry about the mess. Our new companion will take care of it.

Concentrating, you use your Shifting Plate to open up a gap between your legs. Grasping Sunny's dildo firmly, you push it up through the gap, finding your target almost immediately. You feel a sharp intake of breath from Erin, before she begins violently struggling and screaming even more so than before. But it's too late. Before Erin can do anything, the object is already inside her, prompting a shudder and a panicked squeal. She tries to pull herself away from the invader, but her lack of mobility only causes these efforts to stimulate her more.

You have brought this upon yourself Erin, you gravely state, closing the aperture around the base of the object and tightly locking it in place. Perhaps once you've learned your place, I will consider lifting this punishment. But for now, you must atone.

With that, you mute her, and begin your march. You feel her buck and writhe, as every step you take forces her up and down on the object, twangs of pleasure overtaking any **** thought coursing through her mind. The slime does it's part too; you sense it greedily lap away at her every emission, suckling at her moistened slit. Life is as it should be.